Send “🤧” or “ill” For my muse to be ill, and for your muse to feel the need to take care of them- whether or not they agree to being cared for.
Gemüse rubbed at his face, then paused; pulled the hand away and stared at it, as if it were alien to him, then held it to his forehead. Did he have a fever? Or maybe his hand was cold. Or...
Ah. If he was thinking this hard about it...
He should have expected it, honestly, between the stress and the steadily rising, gentle ache radiating through his muscles... He wondered if the pain showed in his gait, slower, more unsteady than it typically is.
He snapped out of his semi-mindless stupor to acknowledge them and gave a small grin, hoping that they hadn’t said something and expected an answer. If he was at home, he’d be more open to saying he wasn’t feeling well, but it wasn’t something he’d say unprompted to a near stranger. He could care for himself. Probably.